1. |
Synapse
04:16
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A single moment was enough to create this;
a retinal distraction when a scatter of light
hits and forms an image.
Perfection is the harshest term,
the shade of your eyes is a curse,
it's a curse --
don't look at me,
don't look at me,
it hurts.
The neurons have fired,
the neurons have fired:
a torrential surge
through the optic nerve,
I can't find the words...
The warmth of a body
in an empty bed --
when only the scent is left,
only dissent is left.
It's too late for rational sense,
the neurons have fired.
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2. |
Eviction
04:03
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You know it doesn’t mind
how much you need them alive:
everything that breathes has to die.
Union leads to severance,
the body is your residence
temporarily rented,
so easily evicted.
To love is to lose,
it’s just a matter of time.
It keeps you warm at night
but if it breathes it has to die.
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3. |
Preservation Bias
04:06
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The pain’s instinctual,
I might be trained but I just won’t dig you up.
The scale is temporal,
I have the spade but I just won’t dig you up.
You buried yourself in acid soil
and bones dissolve.
We were waiting for the stones to fall...
and cities crumble
[The city is melting]
while you buried yourself in acid soil
and bones dissolve.
And all this time we were dreaming,
and all this time we were numb
while I was digging a hole I could sleep in,
I was digging a hole just for fun.
We were waiting for the stones to fall...
And all this time you’re complacent
and all this time you have gained
while I was digging a hole I could sleep in
to swallow the taste of the rain.
We were waiting for the stones to fall
and cities crumble
while you buried yourself in acid soil
and bones dissolve.
You sought to own and have it all
but the future’s gone
because you buried yourself in acid soil
and bones dissolve.
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4. |
Fer-de-Lance
03:52
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There’s nothing better than this:
dressed in our predatory skins,
our blood so thin
we could never win.
We’ll be awake for days.
I’d have pulled you into the storm
when you told me your real name;
I’d have soaked you through.
We’ll be awake for days
in a sudden rain,
reeled in by the heat of the prey...
The body aches
as it craves.
They said you were anguine;
in the crowd you could have been slithering,
and I could see you were hungry
as you wrapped yourself around me.
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5. |
Malarone
04:11
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He’s a protozoan,
he’s just a filthy protozoan.
The roads are dry and dusty
and we’re taking in the scenery.
Waving to the people
in the fields, this is life to me,
as far as the eye can see...
and you are dead, you are dead, you are dead to me.
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines and you were the anomaly,
a conceited disease;
time spent in foreign lands is a cure, it seems,
and it triggered a change in me.
This is an unfamiliar strain,
I have no immunity;
ravenous and unrelenting,
pathogenic and parasitic;
this is unclean and it has to be treated;
parasite in the bloodstream:
this is unclean
and he’s feeding, he’s been feeding on everything.
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines and you were the anomaly,
a conceited disease;
time spent in foreign lands is a cure, it seems,
and it triggered a change in me.
He’s a protozoan,
he’s just a filthy protozoan:
parasite in the bloodstream,
this is unclean.
The roads were dry and dusty,
we were taking in the scenery.
Waving to the people
in the fields, it was life to me,
as far as the eye could see...
and you were dead, you were dead, you were dead to me.
He’s just a filthy protozoan.
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6. |
Hinterland
03:48
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Let me tread your wilderness;
it’s hell in there but I’ll find my way
because the jungle is home to me,
and we would never suffer again.
Hand just fits in hand;
tendons crafted intertwined,
slipped over bone and under skin
they are tensing, tensing...
reaching into nothing.
We would never suffer again,
you just have to let me in.
You pulled me to the edge,
to the border of a hinterland
and the fall was impossible to resist.
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7. |
Lamanai
03:58
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I could have met you in the water:
fins and tail, and you are Maldoror.
I could have met you in the water:
I could have been the one that you searched for.
Eyes fixed and circling.
If you found me
face to face
and slicing through the waves,
pulling you into the sea --
“do you really need to go home?”
I’m a soul as lost as your own...
we were born of the undertow.
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8. |
Reunion
03:45
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If I see you again
I swear it’s just a reflex
when my second phalanx
goes crashing through your orbital ridge;
the third, the fourth the fifth,
succession is meant to be swift
‘til there’s nothing left
of the eyes you saw me with.
It was never revenge
for a glacial silence:
you are emptiness.
It was never revenge,
it was self-defence:
you are emptiness.
If I see you again
I swear it’s just a reflex
leaving bones in splinters all over your face.
It’s no mistake
when the zygomatic arch breaks.
Cracks in the sagittal suture;
my love, it’s your future...
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